Pieces to pieces my soul that broke
Pickin' on the cold marbles shattered to shattered
Pieces to pieces my soul that broke
Pickin' on the cold marbles shattered to shattered
Pickin'on, there.
Pickin'on, there.
Pickin'on, there.
Pickin'on, Pickin'on to shattered
Shadow mirror still sky that cold and dry
To this beauty of the swan I clap my wings but cannot fly
Upon the cold water among the stones
I look up to the day
To the hope that flown away
Pickin'on, there.
Pickin'on, there.
Pickin'on, there.
Pickin'on, Pickin'on to shattered